Roger D. Aycock

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Roger D. Aycock Oh Mesmerist From Mimas!

Cora was as affectionate as Joey and twice as eager. She made an earnest effort to hypnotize me with that euphoric mating call of hers, but when the khiff root kept me immune she settled down to staring wistfully across the desert toward Areopolis where Joey radiated back at her.
I broke out the emergency rations I lived on while prospecting the asteroids or moon-hopping, and sat down to think. I had to clear myself with Captain Giles or I'd never see Areopolis or the Argonaut Club again. I had to break Shanig's claim against the Annabelle or I'd be an asteroid prospector without a ship.
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Roger D. Aycock Oh Mesmerist From Mimas!

After that they hate everybody, being newlyweds and not wanting to be disturbed, so of course they radiate an exactly opposite aura that guarantees them the privacy their joint little heart craves. Nothing can come near enough to interrupt them without becoming so rabidly angry that it has to rush off somewhere else looking for something to fight. But you see how it goes.
"And from the row going on in the Argonaut," I finished, "I'd say that Joey and Cora are definitely on their honeymoon."
"You mean they'll be like that always?" Cheryl asked, wide-eyed.
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Roger D. Aycock Oh Mesmerist From Mimas!

Shanig's uglies chivvied me into a reception room that was all skylights and soft rugs and shining saffa-wood furniture. A big desk stood in the center. Behind the desk sat Shanig's secretary.
It was almost worth being kidnapped to be able to stand and look at her. She was a beauty, a tall clean-lined redhead with all the curves a prodigal heredity ever promised a female of the species homo. And she had a warm red mouth and clear green eyes that matched her hair.
"Buzz the boss that we got his homo, Cheryl," the Earthie said. "And snap it up, baby.
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